Lucky Dog Goat

   We've been thinking about slaughtering the goat since some weeks. First it was just a joke, but then my dad was looking at some slaughter company's website. Finally, my dad said we were going to get the goat, tie it up, and bring it to the slaughterhouse. Catching the goat was no problem, as you may have guessed. It was alot less nervous about us since we got it. The real problem was tying it up. It struggled and kicked. Then it turned out that the complicated leash thingy we were trying to put him in was to small for him. I had to go fetch a regular rope. Then we couldn't make it get on the truck. I had to go for the goat food. Finally we tied it by the horns, put it in the back of the pickup truck, and called the slaughterhouse. My dad learned that they couldn't kill anything right now. We had to wait until later. Like, days later. Anywho, we had to let the goat go. For now.